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“Okay. You’re scaring me.”
“Good. I’ll come back for you. I promise. I’ll protect you just like the others will.”
“I know you will. Be careful.”
Nodding, I raced toward the door, pushing out into the darkness and the rain.
Another popping sound was followed by a loud boom. I raced toward it, hearing the sound of other men yelling the closer I came to the direction where I’d heard the intense boom.
Wha. Wha. Wha.
The sound of an alarm cut through the rush of ocean water hitting the side of the rig. Fuck. What was that for?
“What the fuck?” I roared, noticing Cormac running toward me from the other side.
“Jesus Christ. That’s coming from one of the goddamn condensate pipes.”
“Ah, fuck. Show me where.” One of deadliest disasters on an oil rig had occurred in 1988 in the UK North Sea. So many lives had been lost because of stupidity, not sabotage. The fucker who’d done this meant to take down the rig.
Or maybe just anyone standing in his way.
I took a deep breath, the pelting rain and light fog making seeing anything clearly difficult even though the bright flashing lights provided by the alarm system were spinning around the deck.
“It can’t blow or we’re in deep shit,” he growled as I trailed behind him.
“Was there any work being done on it?”
“Yeah,” he barked. “We were fixing the faulty pressure safety valve.”
“You didn’t fucking tell me before?”
He didn’t stop but I heard his growl. It was the same shit as had occurred on the rig in ‘88. If I had to bet, I’d say the sabotage was continuing.
We both raced around the corner, heading toward the area.
I noticed something off to my left and threw out my arm, snagging his shirt. “Stop.”
“What the fuck?” Cormac spun around, finally glancing where I was pointing. The popping sounds. Two men were dead on the deck, the flashing lights highlighting gaping bullet wounds in their foreheads.
“They were fucking assassinated. What in God’s name is going on?”
“Are there any weapons on board this rust bucket?”
“Hell, no. They’re not allowed.”
“Then I need a fucking crowbar. Something.” Another sound caught our attention and we both knew what it was. The rig was supposed to be shut down, not pumping any oil.
But suddenly, we were. Someone had turned on the condensate injection pipe.
“Back off,” I told him. “It’s going to blow.”
“I have men walking the decks!” Cormac screamed. He broke away from me, racing the other way.
“What the hell is going on?” Foxx yelled as he and Hudson rushed forward.
“Two men are dead. Murdered,” I said quickly.
“Fuck,” Hudson hollered. “Where the fuck is Rylee?”
